V.I.P.  Very Important Poem

 

O po'em,
                  bound in ridicule
                   and despair'ation.

All the cunning
                    pieces place quantity
                    over quality, and no one
                    even looks.

So, i should pull out mine eyes and
                    chuck'em over the fence.
                    (Step on'em if they roll back).

                    But how can blind be better
than drowning in the sea on a Sunday?
(Tell this
unto me,
O, po'em)

~ In any event, no worries. We happy
                wit the delights of the spreading of
                prevarication ~


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